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Amira Idayu
You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
Amira Idayu. Preface. tagboard.

Our history resurfaces time after time after time. So we have to remember sometimes the most important history is the history we’re making today.
11/04/2009 08:07:00 AM
Wednesday
bop to the top
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Went out early morn to catch the sunrise at my spot.

Let me share something i wrote just now.

Actually men are given the same number of lives like that of a cat.
Which is 9, in case you haven't heard.
Our first life, the one our mothers gave us.
When we cried a lot while people around us were smiling.
When we first born with blood and goo covering us.
Then we had our first fight at the playground in kindergarten.
We actually lost our life there.
Just because the kid that pushed us down to the ground didn't let us
play tag with him.
And then he caused such rejection when he pushed us down,
leaving us crying from the torments.
Then the next day, we lived our second life.
Till to the part where Little Miss-Know-It-All
decided to overrule and call us a Mumma's Girl.
Just because she saw our mother kissed us all over the face before school.
And we died then.
The next day, we live our third life.
Till to the day our dad announces he's leaving home.
Leaving our mother hurling vulgarities while throwing plates across the room.
We suffocated when our dad told us there would be
lesser days when we play kite together.
Because we know, days like that will deplete so much till there's none left.
And we died. Again.
The next time we wake up,
all we see are high school students.
We seem to try to enjoy and finally we did.
Till to the point where this beautiful boy
throws us the bomb.
You guessed it,
he just wasn't interested in us.
We battled and we crumble so much.
And then we died.
Next day, we lived our 5th life.
We got ourself a bestfriend.
Everywhere together, so contented to finally found someone
who won't mind us burping in the same room.
Till it comes to the point of time where
we find her snogging our ex-boyfriend while
the guy we really fancy to death watches her and smiles,
hoping he'd get one himself from her.
Then and there, we died.
The next time we wake up,
we live our 6th life.
We got ourself a part-time job.
Earning a few quids to get us that latest MP3 player.
We are doing alright till we received a letter from our dad.
He said he'll be starting a new family soon.
Right there, we died.
Then comes our 7th life.
This time, we already have a beautiful cert.
So we finally muster the courage for that interview of a lifetime.
From young we have envisioned ourself in that career.
Only to find that a week later,
the letter we received says that we are not accepted.
In fact they were dismissing workers.
That letter brings so much disappointment and it took our life away.
Then, we lived our 8th life.
We're married with beautiful kids and a wonderful husband and a gorgeous house.
We couldn't be much more thankful.
Till we saw our husband screwing his secretary right on his office table.
Where we once spent lunch with him.
Death then, summons us.
When we wake up, we are living our final life.
We're sitting on the verandah,
sipping orange juice, watching our grandkids playing tag.
While our kids fuss about us.
Giving us endless massages and kisses.
We feel contented with the life we had,
And as we lie down our casket,
surrounded by our gorgeous family who have been crying incessantly,
we smiled.
And then finally we rest in peace.

Life spells hope.
No matter how much you died, you still hoped.
No matter how much you said enough is enough,
you still hoped for a better day.
Because guys,
hope keeps us surviving like a life jacket.
Hope brings life.
Life, a whole new hope.

Hope it was enjoyable. Smiles.

Yours.